Enid's POV:
My date with Wens was absolutely amazing! Minus all the torture devices giving me nightmares- BUT everything else was stupendous!! I've never had so much fun looking at medieval torture devices in my life! Come to think of it I just don't think I've ever actually looked at torture devices so...
The only thing is Wednesday has been acting a little weird ever since the museum. (Well more weird than her normal weirdness that is.) She's been like distancing herself away from me. Not her typical distancing though, like she refuses to make eye contact with me, she's always sneaking off to god knows where without even saying goodbye or telling me where she's going, and she hasn't let me touch her at all which I guess isn't like really weird but usually she lets me at least brush my shoulder up against hers.
Does she not want to be my girlfriend anymore...?
"Hey Wens! Ready for English?! We gotta turn in our scripts to Ms. Myers today."
No response.
What the hell Wednesday?!
"Earth to Wednesday! Are you just going to keep ignoring me until I wither away and die?"
"Enid. Non voglio ignorarti, ma con il segreto che giace sul mio braccio non mi sta dando altra scelta. Mi dispiace mio caro sole, ma questo è l'unico modo per proteggerti." (I wish to not ignore you, but with the secret that lays upon my arm is giving me no other choice. I'm sorry my dear moon, but this is the only way to protect you.)
Why is she all of a sudden using her like five hundred other languages on me? It's frustrating to not know what she's saying. Although when the words she speaks come out of her mouth in whatever language this is, makes me want to squeal in enjoyment.
"Wednesday you know I can only speak English and Romanian! That's not fair to use a language I can't understand!" I say in frustration.
"We are going to be late." My eyes watch as she heads for the door. I grab her by the arm before she makes it through the door.
I scan her eyes for any information as to why she's acting so odd, but all I see is that damn wall of hers. One of these days I'm going to take a sledge hammer to that wall, but only when Wednesday is comfortable enough with me doing so.
"Wednesday. I'm starting to get the impression that you saying you wanted to be my girlfriend was a lie...If you don't want to be my girl-"
"Don't say another word. I am yours, Enid. Never question that." Her voice fills the air with seriousness.
As if I wasn't already confused by Wednesdays antics, she's making it even more confusing. Then again she is an Addams and if I've learned anything about them is they can be confusing.
"Wednesday I wouldn't be questioning it if you weren't acting as if we are just friends...if that. You refuse to let me touch you even our little shoulder brushes, you're distancing yourself from any of my flirting, god only knows where you keep mysteriously going, and now you've started to ignore me. So what the hell is going on Wednesday...?"
Wednesdays POV:
I need to come up with an excuse. Informing Enid of the figure will only cause me more trouble and frustration.
Perhaps I have been more than involved with this case that I've neglected the fact that Enid's feelings have been getting crushed. That was never my intention. I never wanted to hurt Il mio sole. (My sun.)
"My mind hadn't realized I was doing such things. As for where I've been going, if you want to know I've been going to the nightshade library."
She looks at me suspiciously. I keep my best poker face on to ensure she doesn't see through my lie. Us Addams's are well known for having the best poker faces in the world. With how well I know Enid, she will never see through my lie.
"Alright if you say so..."
"SHIT WE GOTTA GO WENS!" Frantically Enid grabs her books and starts heading for the door.
I extend my hand out to hers as an invitation to hold hands. She instantly accepted my offer.
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Enid is rambling to Yoko about some new show she's been obsessed with lately while I sit and observe the class. Any one of them could be the stalker. It's crossed my mind that the figure could in fact be my stalker but something in the pit in my stomach tells me otherwise.
"Aye jellyfish hair! Your girl is trying to talk to you!" Yoko joked.
If that wasn't Enid's best friend, I would have murdered her on the spot. Not because I'm insulted, but because it is an annoyance to me.
"Call me that again and I can't guarantee a large amount of garlic doesn't end up in your next meal."
The vampire isn't even phased by this threat. Enid truly is making me soft. Or Enid has corrupted Yoko into thinking I'm soft which is why she thinks I won't act on my threat.
"Okay calm down Jojo McDodd. I had to get your attention somehow. Enid wants you."
My eyes meet the infamous Sinclair puppy dog eyes. Of course.
"Sinclair se continui a guardarmi con quegli occhi dovrò baciarti." (Sinclair if you keep looking at me with those eyes I'm going to have to kiss you.)
Redness flashes across her cheeks. Even though I am speaking a language she can not speak, she still blushes at my words. Interesting.
"Didn't know Addams had game like that." Yoko seemed surprised by my flirting.
"I won't hesitate to drive a wooden stake through your heart."
Enid gives me a disapproving look. Typical of her seeing she's not a fan of me making death threats to her friends. It's not like I would genuinely act on my threats unless they were truly needed. Example being Tyler.
"What is it that you desire Enid."
"You! I mean- We have to finalize our script and seeing you're the writer..." She trails off.
I've written the entirety of this script. Not that I am complaining. With my writing our script will beat Bianca's. I am determined to prove that little mermaid wannabe, isn't better than everyone else. For whatever reason, people thinking they are better than everyone else makes me want to murder them more than I typically would.
Enid slides me her computer to finish typing out the script. I tried to get her to let me use my typewriter but she refused to let me use it for this project. She told me my typewriter isn't the format our teacher wants. If I weren't trying to put Bianca in her place, I would have typed this out on my typewriter anyways.
When I first started typing on this electronic death box, I had absolutely no idea how to work anything. Enid had to show me how to properly use the device which I was not very happy about. I don't like to get help from others unless I absolutely need too.
Asking for help makes me feel weak. Much like emotions do. I'm learning how to overcome come that with Enid being Enid.
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I walk into fencing practice with Enid glued to my side. She seems slightly anxious about something. Whenever she gets really clingy it almost always means something is wrong.
For now I decide to let her be and go up against Bianca. She asked me to practice with her cause she needs a challenge. I'm happy to go up against her anytime of the week, seeing after my one slip up when I first came here, I haven't lost a single time. Ever since I made the mistake of getting slightly cocky our first go around, I haven't let my guard down since.
"You ready to lose Addams?" Bianca inevitably says like always.
"One of these days you're goin to realize your cockiness gets in the way of your skills. "
She looks at me and rolls her eyes. Typical for Bianca.
We begin to get into position to fight. Enid stood on the sidelines with Yoko, Divina, Xavier, and Eugene. Having an audience isn't my go to but I'll manage.
Bianca makes the first move lunging at me aggressively. There was her first mistake. Quickly I move to my right dodging her saber. We've switched sides now due to her attack. I make one light move to her left and then swiftly slide to the right landing a hit on her torso.
She gets angry, ripping her helmet off. I've never seen someone be such a sore loser before. Interesting.
"Military duel. Now."
The eyes staring into my soul on my right could be none other than my Enid. Her eyes fill with worry as I look over at her. I tell her to not worry in ASL. This doesn't make the worry in her eyes go away, but it does make her relax a bit.
"Fine. You're going to let your anger get in the way anyways. Let's get this over with."
We get back into place and not even a second after she's already attacking. Left and right I'm dodging her saber trying to land a hit on her. She's going extremely fast which is unlike her.
I miscalculated one of her moves causing me to get a big gash on my cheek. Bianca smiles at this as she gets into position for another round. I do the same.
She goes just as fast as the first round. I'm a bit more prepared but with my blood dripping down on the floor beneath me, I'm having a hard time not slipping.
Inevitably, I loose my footing on my blood, allowing for Bianca to almost land another hit on me before someone stands between us.
Enid.
"Okay Bianca that's enough! Come on Wednesday let's get you back to the dorm so we can clean up your face." Her hand extends out to mine which I take.
Bianca rolls her eyes as she goes to get changed. This leaves Enid to check over me like I'm a stray kitten she found in a dumpster. I love Enid more than I wish to admit, but her behavior catches me off guard way too much.
"Enid. Im fine. Let's go back to the dorm so I can clean the blood off of me."
"Right! Right! Sorry, let's go!"
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Back in the dorm:
I sit at my desk as Enid wipes the blood off of my face. She looks so beautiful when she's concentrating. Hell, she's just beautiful in general. I hope to properly court her during parents day this semester. I've already broken Addams Code for love but I do not care because I did it all for Enid. And I would do it again.
"There you go beautiful! All patched up!" She gives the cut a light kiss, sending red to my cheeks. Sinclair has got my heart wrapped around her sharp claws and I have no intention of trying to save my heart from her.
"Enid. Why did you stand in front of Bianca."
Her hands fiddle in front of her.
"I didn't want to see you get hurt so I stepped in. I'm sorry if that made you upset!"
"I'm not upset Enid, I was simply curious. Now, I believe we have a film to create do we or do we not?" I say standing up making our faces mere inches apart.
"I- Um- Yeah we do!"
Enid runs to her closet digging through her mounds of clothes trying to find her least colorful clothes. This is going to be pure torture for me, and not the fun kind.
"Got it!" She says coming out with a maroon short sleeve shirt, hot pink leggings, and a color block skirt that had shades of orange, red, purple, and white.
This is going to be more painful than I thought. How fun.
I grab the clothes from her, getting a chill down my spine as my cold hands touched the bursting colors on the clothes.
"You can take whatever you desire out of my closet. What is mine, is yours."
Her face lights up like my families exploding Christmas tree. Oh how that makes me wish I was home so I could properly court Enid. I don't typically break Addams Code, but Enid is a very special case. The less time I spend breaking my families code, the better. My family is the one thing I always take seriously.
Putting on Enid's clothes made me feel both sick and flustered. My body wanted to reject the large amounts of color on it, but my heart wanted to keep it on seeing others are my girlfriends clothes.
I walk out of the bathroom to see Enid in my checkered sweater with my white turtle neck underneath, my varsity jacket, and black jeans. She looks absolutely soul sucking. A lot better than I look in her clothes.
"Wensss!!! You look amazeballs!!"
I want to suffocate her for saying 'amazeballs.'
"Enid. Never say that ever again. But...thank you...I think you look soul sucking."
"I'm assuming that means good-?"
"It means I think you look...as beautiful as ever." Red rushes to my cheeks. This is too much color for me to handle. I passed out. Something I never do, but when I passed out I had another vision.
"WAKE UP DAMNIT!" A voice yells out as I sit in a blank room with four white walls.
"What do you mean wake up? I am in a vision but there is nothing here to tell me anything."
"You have people depending on you. Wednesday Addams. Wake. Up."
I wake up to Enid in my face about to give me CPR. She must learn how to tell if someone isn't breathing or not.
"What the hell are you doing Enid."
"You weren't breathing...I thought you were like...dead..." The words rolling off her tongue were filled with fear. I hate fear.
At least she does now how to tell if someone is breathing or not. But why did I stop breathing? It isn't the color, on average I only get small rashes from color.
What is going on.
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Sorry this chapter is kinda shitty I'm going to try and make the next one better this was more of just kinda a filler chapter! Also thank you guys sm for 18k reads!